The train pulls out of the station, leaving Fuuka in her birthday suit

(chapter originally by MinakoTenFour at writing.com)

"Now departing for - Port Island Station. Please stand clear of the doors."

Biiiing-boooong bing-bong...Bing-bong biiiing-boooong...

Fuuka's eyes were like dinner plates as the pleasant and polite automated voice announced the monorail's departure. Her clothes would get dragged away along with the train! There had to be something she could do! Struggling with all her might against the doors, Fuuka could hear her newspaper cover starting to rip, her bra strap straining dangerously. Feet scrambling furiously, Fuuka felt the train begin to move.

__No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!! __Fuuka wailed inside her head, dreading what was coming.

In one fluid motion, every single stitch of clothing Fuuka had left, from her plain white bra to the flimsy newspaper pages she'd used to cover her modesty, were ripped clean off her body. The loud tearing sound would have been noticeable enough on its own to make everyone on the platform stare, but what really got their attention was the humiliated squeal that came from Fuuka's lips.

There she was: Standing in the middle of a train platform, still nearly an hour from the safety of her dorm, naked as the day she was born. Fuuka's face was bright red as her hands flew down to cover up, one arm slinging across her small breasts while her other hand shyly rested in front of her wispy tuft of blue pubic hair, not able to completely conceal it. Tiny, curly blue hairs peeked out from behind her palm, and as she squirmed with embarrassment, those watching her would see she'd even accidentally let one of her shy, pink nipples slip out from under her arm. And evey if they hadn't noticed, the barrage of flashes from nearby camera phones would certainly catch it!

Letting out another squeal of humiliation, Fuuka bolted from the station, red-faced and bare-assed. She tried to escape the camera phones as best she could, but they still got plenty of shots of the shy, nerdy girl in her birthday suit before she left. Bare feet slapping against the pavement as she ran away, Fuuka felt humiliated tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. How could she face everyone on Monday? The pictures would probably be uploaded to the internet by then! The whole school would have seen her naked!

Red-faced, covered precariously by nothing but her school bag, and on the verge of tears, Fuuka just wanted to get home; or, if that wasn't an option, crawl under a rock and die.

What happened was-